Writing down this poem
Right now, Right here
Thinking about what I could write
About Love? About Fear?
I have a small thought
But I keep recoiling from it
As if it was hot
Can't settle on one thing
The ideas are just swarmming
It makes me shout, and sing
I think I lost it
The poem writing talent
I can't find it in all of this shit
I wish I could wash it away
Until I'll find it again
"I can write again." is what i'll say
Mistake
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